Lily hadn't meant for her spirits to falter that much that soon; if she had to blame it on anything, she would blame it on being tipsy, it did that sometimes. She watched Cary down his whiskey like a pro and wondered if she had killed the mood that much. His touch on her shoulder had her glance sideways at his hand and then up at him again, her lips curling up on a hint of a smile. Oh, now he was just being nice. "Ahh, I dunno about all that. But if you mean it, then thank you kindly and right back at ya!" She said, winking. And that was her good mood coming back slowly. Thank God.
She had to chuckle at the notion of seeming interesting, complex and mysterious to someone out there. With a facial shrug, Lily shook her head. "Not sure I want to, actually." She mused before he gave her the drink. "Cheers!" She said in thanks, before taking his arm. Enjoying themselves in 1920 - their 1920 - seemed quite perfect at the moment.
"So, shall we dance, shall we mingle, shall we...Chat?" Chatting didn't seem like that great an option considering that was what they had been doing this whole time.